Clementine: “Joely, am I ugly?”

Joel: “Uh-uh.”

Clementine: “When I was a kid, I thought I was. I can’t believe I’m crying already. Sometimes I think people don’t understand how lonely it is to be a kid, like you don’t matter. So, I’m eight, and I have these toys, these dolls. My favorite is this ugly girl doll who I call Clementine, and I keep yelling at her, “You can’t be ugly! Be pretty!” It’s weird, like if I can transform her, I would magically change, too.”

Joel: “You’re pretty.”

Clementine: “Joely, don’t ever leave me..”

Joel: “You’re pretty..you’re pretty..so pretty..”